Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling shook her head.

Within three months, Brother Nine's position as the governor of the Nine Gates will still be there, but after three months, it might be too late to do anything.

Father may be investigating who is suitable to succeed Brother Nine.

Once the candidate is determined, Brother Nine will be taken down.

At that time, it will be like a flood bursting through the dam, everything will be unstoppable, and Brother Nine's bad days will come.

She couldn't bear to see this, so she must find a way to stop it.

But although she was favored by her father and mother, when it came to such a major court event, her father would not listen to her, and it would be useless even if she was favored.

How could she change her father's mind?

Let Brother Nine give in?

Or let Brother Nine directly resign as the governor of the Nine Gates?

None of these seemed to work.

At this moment, she suddenly understood Fakong a little bit, how powerless she was in the face of her father's will.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to give up, Fakong said in a gentle voice: "Your Highness, all you can do is to find the Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother will not care about such things. Even if the Queen Mother likes the prince, she will not interfere in state affairs."

"...Yes." Chu Ling had to admit this.

When the Royal Grandmother spoke, the father was always filial and would listen, but when it came to state affairs, the Royal Grandmother would not say too much. This was also the Royal Grandmother's principle that the harem should not interfere in politics.

"The Queen Mother can't do it. It's useless to find the Emperor, and the Queen is the same. What else can we do?"

"...I can't do it, Master, you should be able to do it."

"What can I do? Tell Prince Xin that he is going to be removed and get ready quickly? In fact, Prince Xin has already made preparations...or tell Prince Xin to ask for mercy from the Emperor. He can't do it. No matter how much trouble he makes, the Emperor is determined and no one can do anything about it."

"Is there really no way?" Chu Ling asked unwillingly.

"Let it be." Fakong said, "Everyone has their own destiny. Maybe it would be more comfortable for Prince Xin to be a rich and idle person."

"Impossible." Chu Ling shook her head, "I know Brother Jiu. He can't sit still. He can't stand it if he is idle."

Fakong smiled.

Chu Ling said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Your Highness, when you were weak and seriously ill, did you ever think that if you could be healthy, you would be satisfied and no longer ask for anything?"

"Yes."

"So people are greedy, ... When you were seriously ill, did the emperor have any way, was he powerless?"

"...Yes."

"As the Lord of Daqian, the emperor is the best martial artist in the world, and he is powerless in the face of your serious illness." Fakong said slowly, "So, no one in this world can get what they want, no one can do whatever they want, and no one can dominate their own destiny. What we have to do is to let nature take its course, ... If fate only gives you a peach, then enjoy this peach, instead of complaining that the peach is not good and wanting to get someone else's melon."

"...It seems that there is no way." Chu Ling shook his head in disappointment, clasped his hands together and bowed, "Then I'll take my leave."

Fakong clasped his hands together and smiled as he watched her leave in disappointment, shaking his head.

At noon, just after dinner, Prince Xin Chu Xiang came.

The two of them sat at the stone table in his courtyard, drinking and chatting, and talked about how he would be dismissed from his post as the governor of the Nine Gates.

Chu Xiang raised his cup and drank it all, exhaled a long breath, and shook his head: "In fact, even if my little sister doesn't say it, I know that this day will come sooner or later."

"Is the prince ready?" Fakong also drank it all.

Xu Qingluo stood aside, without making a sound, and lightly and nimbly filled their jade wine glasses.

"I've been prepared for this." Chu Xiang laughed at himself, "It's nothing more than all kinds of impeachments and attacks. At worst, they'll just strip me of my title and make me a commoner."

"That's not the case." Fakong said, "Your Highness, even if you have no merit, you've worked hard. If you're really reduced to a commoner, who in the world wouldn't be heartbroken?"

"Those guys won't give up. They want to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys." Chu Xiang smiled bitterly, "Their rice shop was confiscated. In their view, this is an irreconcilable feud. They must put me to death to warn future generations!"

When he was still the governor of the Nine Gates, they didn't dare to move. They kept suppressing themselves. The more they suppressed themselves, the more twisted and crazy they became, and the more severe their explosions would be.

He could imagine that they would be eager to retaliate against him, even by any means, until he died.

He looked up at Fakong: "Master, I am worried that they will take risks. Once I remove the Nine Gates Admiral, the palace will be without the guards of the Infantry Yamen, and they will assassinate the princess and Yu'er."

Fakong nodded: "It is indeed possible."

He thought it was very likely.

"If they really dare to do so, don't blame me for being rude." Chu Xiang sneered.

No matter what, he is still a grandmaster. Once he makes up his mind and starts killing, let's see if they can stop him.

Fakong shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, you are a precious person, why do you have to fight them head-on? I wonder if Your Majesty has any other way to deal with it?"

"...Once the emperor makes a decision, he will not change it." Chu Xiang shook his head: "No matter what I do, it will be useless."

Fakong smiled, picked up the jade cup, took a sip, and said slowly: "What if it is spread in advance that Your Majesty will be demoted to the Nine Gates Admiral?"

"Will they be impatient?"

"They may be able to bear it, but if you are about to be sent to guard the imperial mausoleum, can they still bear it?"

"They want to cut me into pieces, how can they bear it?" Chu Xiang sneered: "Once I go to guard the imperial mausoleum, they will never succeed."

Guarding the imperial mausoleum is a hard job, but the guards of the imperial mausoleum are strict, not inferior to the forbidden palace.

As far as he knows, there are at least twenty great masters stationed there.

If the ancestors are dug out, then he will be an unfilial descendant, how can he face his ancestors after death.

As an emperor, he will never allow such a thing to happen.

Such a thing happened in the previous dynasty Dayi. The imperial mausoleum was dug up. The then-reigning Emperor Xiaozong of Dayi killed many people and blood flowed like a river. It is said that tens of thousands of martial arts masters and hundreds of sects were destroyed.

But what's the use of this? The ancestors have been dug up and cannot be changed.

Since then, emperors of all dynasties have taken it as a warning and never allowed it to happen again. The imperial mausoleums are heavily guarded.

It is reasonable for me to be exiled to the imperial mausoleum.

I am also a great master, and I am also straightforward. Staying in Shenjing is an unstable factor.

Sent to the imperial mausoleum, not only enhances the protection ability of the imperial mausoleum, but also prevents myself from impulsive bad things.

Fakong said: "Take the opportunity to clean up a group of people, but there must be some who are forbearing, waiting for you, the prince, to completely lose power and no longer threaten you before taking action."

"There must be such people."

"Then keep them for the time being." Fakong smiled: "Otherwise, the prince will find life too boring."

"If you spread this news in advance, my father will probably get angry if he knows." Chu Xiang frowned and said: "I should be able to track down my little sister."

"It doesn't matter." Fakong smiled: "Your Majesty, you can say that this is fishing, and those who are willing to take the bait are prepared for the future of the imperial office, and the emperor will not do anything."

He shook his head and smiled: "Besides, the fifteenth prince heard the news from the emperor and the queen. If you don't tell your prince, the emperor and the queen will be chilled."

The most ruthless imperial family.

But the emperor just wanted his children to love each other, take care of family affection, and have brotherly love.

Power makes people crazy, and it is difficult to do this.

Chu Ling informed Chu Xiang, and the emperor and the queen knew it. Even if they were angry, they would like her more.

No one wants their daughter to become cold and utilitarian, especially to their brother.

Chu Xiang nodded slowly, picked up the jade cup and drank it all, and slowly put it down: "Okay, I'll try!"

Fakong's eyes suddenly became as deep as an ancient pond. He looked at Chu Xiang, nodded calmly and said nothing.

"Master, how about it?"

"Don't say more." Fakong shook his head.

Chu Xiang said in surprise: "Father won't change his mind, right?"

He knew the emperor's mind. Once a decision is made, no one can say it, and it cannot be shaken.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "Don't say it, don't say it."

"Master, you are really..." Chu Xiang's appetite was aroused.

Fakong said with a smile: "Prince, I have discovered a problem now. I am the biggest variable. Once I participate, the results of things will often change. Therefore, I will say less if I can, and I will not do anything if I can."

"Okay, I won't force you, Master." Chu Xiang knew it was a good thing, and it was very likely that he would not be stripped of his position as the governor of the Nine Gates.

"Abbot, the third son of King Ying has sent wine again." Yuandeng came to report.

Fakong said with a smile: "Please let him in."

Chu Xiang said: "Master, then I will take my leave."

"Okay."

"Master, it seems that you are really close to Uncle Jiu." Chu Jing sat in the seat where Chu Xiang just sat, and said carelessly.

Fakong nodded with a smile: "Prince, there is no need to send wine anymore. That is enough to drink for a while. Let's talk about it after we finish it."

"The more you store the wine, the more fragrant it is. How can you complain about it being too much!" Chu Jing waved his hand disapprovingly: "Master, it is really not easy to meet you."

Fakong smiled.

It was indeed a coincidence that we didn't meet.

Chu Jing said: "Master, I like a girl, I want to ask you if I can marry her."

Fakong smiled and said: "Since the prince likes her, what else can I say?"

"She is arrogant and proud, and it will be difficult to win her over in a short time. Besides, the fourth son of the third uncle's family also likes her, and the third son of the ninth uncle also likes her."

"...Miss Fan?" Fakong was a little speechless.

I never thought that Fan Ningyu was so popular.

She is just more beautiful and pure, and her martial arts are more powerful, but her temperament is too arrogant and her words are too sharp, so I don't like her.

But the three of them actually like her.

People's aesthetics are really different.

"Yes, Miss Ningyu, from Prince Jingbei's family."

"You should be careful, my prince." Fakong said, "The other two are strong opponents, not inferior to you, my prince."

"I'm not afraid of them!" Chu Jing straightened his chest and patted his chest: "In terms of appearance and family background, what do I have to fear?"

Fakong smiled: "I don't think Miss Fan looks down on any of you."

"Impossible!"

"From what I know, Miss Fan has very high standards. She won't even look at those who are not as good at martial arts as hers. There's no need to waste your efforts."

"...Better martial arts than hers." Chu Jing scratched his head.

His martial arts are really not as good as hers.